Anti-Social Butterfly🦋

Happy Turkey 🦃 day!! 


Today is a day of reflection. We all have so many things to be thankful for.

This time of year is always hard for me because this was the first major holiday after my Dear passed.

Dear is my great-gma. She was a stonefaced woman who played NO GAMES, but she loved us and had her own way of showing it.


As much as I miss her, I'm thankful to have known her.  Most people can't say they've been around two of their great-grandmothers. (the other one, who I'll call Grandma Fields for distinction, it still here and kicking it. I love my grandma.)

I'm also thankful to have my friends and family. People who love me despite me. Because of the holiday, it's tradition for families to get together and eat, right?

Well, this is where my anti-social butterfly-ness kicks in. People find this hard to believe, but I'm very anti-social. My favorite thing to do is lay in my bed and binge watch old shows or movies. 


Alone or with a partner😉 


(Relax. I'm talking about my Boo thang lol.) 

Anyway, the fact that it's a holiday doesn't change this. I really enjoy being alone.

But I also know that if I don't go, I'll regret it. 

Plus, once I'm there, I have SO much fun!!! 

My maternal grandmother's side is small, so our tradition is that we go over one of my FAVORITE cousin Kenyatta's house. We get together, eat, and chill.


Kenyatta's spread is always bomb. She cooks her butt off, but more than that, we always have good conversations.

My anti-social butterfly-ness stops me from reaching out the way I should, which is one of the main reason I push through it on holidays. Kenyatta was a huge influence when I was younger and she's one of the reasons I work the way I do. Her love and encouragement was one of the molds that help shape me into the women I am now.


So for all the anti-social butterflies like me,  don't let your love of solitude trick you out of quality time with your family. I know we have our different reasons for it, but get over them because if you don't, you'll regret it.

Let your family love on you. 

And for the record, family isn't always blood. The people who love you, encourage you, hold you accountable, celebrate with you, mourn with you...


That's your family. 

So again, let your family love on you and y'all celebrate each other. 

Oh, and bring me a plate!!❤️